“And you haven't seen her in her birthday suit yet!" Malcolm laughed, “Well, I'LL let you two talk for a couple minutes, get to know each other, and hey, no sneak peeks, Molly."

“This can't happen." I turned around, “I'm leaving. Shoots off." “What did you say?" Malcom stepped in front of me, blocking the door.

“You heard me, there will be no shoot and you can fucking sue me if you don't like it."

“What the hell is going on?" Malcolm looked over at Paul, “Do you know each other?"

“He's a friend of my son." I hissed in a low whisper, “I have to get out of here."

"I didn't know." He looked genuinely concerned.

“Well, then we'll have to cancel and..."

“Hey, mom where are you going?" Paul asked.

My eyes widened and I felt the color drain from my face.

“Mom? Malcolm looked at me, then Paul, “This...Molly is your mother?" “She is, that's why I'm her biggest fan and why I wrote to you. I needed to show my mom how much I..."

“Shut up!" I shouted, as I spun around to face him.

“Just shut up, Paul!"

“It's true." Malcolm said softly and I wanted to hit myself. I could have tried to say Paul was lying, it would have been a weak play, but something, instead I'd just admitted it.

“Holy shit." He whistled.

“Plan B?" I took a couple of steps towards Paul, “This is plan fucking B7 You meeting me for a damn shoot?"

“It was plan A, remember, but then you..."

“Shut the fuck up!" I screamed and Paul gasped, his eyes going wide, “You stop talking and you get the fuck out of here, now!

“Hold on." Malcolm said, "There needs to be a shoot today."

“You Listen to me you twisted fuck." I spun around so fast to face him, Malcolm stepped back from me.

“My son is leaving, then I'm leaving. There will be no shoot and if you try to sue me, I will tell the court you tried to force me to have a porn shoot with my son. An illegal incestuous shoot. You got that?" I was pointing up in his face and he looked as shocked as Paul.

“I...wasn't suggesting that. But I need a shoot, I can call one of the other girls and they can stand in.”

“My son is not starring in one of your filthy movies. He will not be put in the hands of some predatory milf porn star. He will never do what I've done, you understand that Malcolm?"

“T.."

“So help me God, I will claw your fucking eyes out if you don't get the hell out of my way

“No shoot!" He put his hands up and I heard Paul snicker behind me.